This is for anyone who is a mom...beautiful

[sonshinemommy]

I got this in an email but thought it was soooo true and beautiful. It expresses all the feelings I have as a mother on a daily basis:

Being A Mom
>
> We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that
> she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family."
>
> "We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should
> have a baby?" "It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone
> neutral.
>
> "I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more
> spontaneous vacations."
>
> But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to
> decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in
> childbirth classes.
>
> I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal,
> but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she
>will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never
> again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?"
>
> That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she
> sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be
> worse than watching your child die.
>
> I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that
> no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to
> the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of
> "Mom!" will cause her to drop a souffle or her best crystal without a moments
> hesitation.
>
> I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has
> invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She
> might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important
> business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will
> have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make
> sure her baby is all right.
>
> I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be
> routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room
> rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right
> there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues
> of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect
> that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.
>
> However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself
> constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to
> assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will
> never feel the same about herself.
>
> That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she
> has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring,
> but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own
> dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.

> I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will
> become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will
> change, and not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more
> you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates
> to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love
> with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic. I wish my
> daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who
> have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.
>
> I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child
> learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a
> baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want
> her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.
>
> My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in
> my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across the
> table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her,
> and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into
> this most wonderful of callings.
>
> Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of your girlfriends
> who may someday be moms. May you always have in your arms the one who is in
> your heart.

[mommy2000]

Jan. 29, 2009 at 8:59 AM

thanks, that is beautifull.